“And he claims another victim.” I cracked a grin. “Edwin, you’re turning this infirmary into a speakeasy.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“The Guardian's Wildchild: Lorna tossed used linen onto the floor and snapped fresh sheets into place on the bed. She fluffed pillows into submission so they sat only as her big hands demanded. Lorna turned around and saw Sam standing… — Feather Stone Copy Share Image
